AT age 70, I did not imagine that I would fall in love again and remarry. But the past 20 years have made my life a story of two great loves. On Jan. 3, 1996, the telephone rang just before midnight, interrupting the silence of the hospital room. From the bedside of my wife, Clare, I lifted the receiver. âPlease hold for the president.â Bill Clinton had heard that Clare, struck by acute leukemia,
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